And it’s so simple. All you have to do is get out and walk. After a few minutes you’ll find your walking rhythm, and your mind will start to clear. I like to do some slow breathing at first or take in a few cleansing breaths. Then I make a mental agreement with myself to not think about anything that might be troubling me for the time I’m walking. All those things will be there when I get back. I like to think of my walk as a little break from the world.
Here are 6 benefits of starting a walking meditation practice
This message came to me almost verbatim while on a walking meditation as I pondered the usefulness of political signs in yards. As we approach the upcoming presidential election it seems odd to me that we are asked to choose sides and perpetuate a system of polarity.
** Whenever I get messages while walking, I use my phone's voice memo or notes application, and dictate it via seri as it comes through.
Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the last six months, you’ve probably experienced some changes lately. Actually I take that back. The only thing I know of that lives under rocks are roly polies, at least that’s how it goes in my yard. And I don’t think much changes in their world, but then again, what do I know about roly polies?
I think it’s safe to say that unless you’re a roly poley, this shit-show we call 2020 handed you some changes.
Generally speaking, this is how I deal with things I don’t like. Something stupid happens, I let it bug me and I get grumpy for a while.
This morning I went to my local home improvement store very early in the morning to get some special orchid potting mix (after Googling “wilting orchid” a few days ago and getting the scoop on how to revive the beautiful plant a friend gave me last year). With only one item to pay for and not wanting to walk 5000 yards to the regular check outs, I got in line at the customer service counter.
Welcome back to our exploration of life balance! But first,...I’m going to tell you a story about a woman named Rose. It’s relevant… trust me.
Rose gets up early in the morning to shower and get ready for her day. She notices the bathroom needs to be cleaned and the laundry on the floor is still there but she was just too tired to bother with it last night. She made sure her kids’ homework was done AND that it made it into their back packs last night. She gets every one up and ready on time, out the door and into traffic.
This morning I was thinking of something I wrote years ago describing what it was like to be a single mother of two. After a little digging, I was able to get a copy of it. It was posted on my MySpace blog eleven years ago on June 10, 2008. That would have made Rachel 9 and Megan 14. Even as hectic as life was back then… I kind of miss it. Here’s to my daughters for changing my life in the most fantastic, transformative awesomely unimaginable ways!!
Writing releases the thoughts you didn't know you had.